"Division Commander! The scouts reported that a reinforcement force of about 500 people set off from Yangquan."
"Haha! The little devil finally lost his temper!"
"Great, now you can close your pockets!"
"The scouts also reported that the reinforcements that came out this time were extremely well equipped, with many machine guns and even a dedicated ammunition unit!"
"Oh? This old boy Katayama is actually willing to send out his machine gun squadron? This is an unexpected surprise!"
"But, it's just a desperate attempt to jump over the wall. I still dream of bringing back Shouyang's troops."
"It's better to have sweet dreams at night. It's called daydreaming in the afternoon. Tell Xiao Chen that if this siege and siege doesn't go well, I'll only ask him!"
"yes!"
As invisible radio waves shuttled through the air, Brigadier Chen of the 385th Brigade in Yangquan also relaxed his frown.
I don't know if they were influenced by Zhu Han, but now all the commanders and soldiers of the 129th Division have begun to think wildly.
After everyone discussed such a plan to annihilate the enemy, from top to bottom, from division headquarters to regiment headquarters, every commander and fighter prepared his own back-up plan.
Once the situation changes, there are countless ways to ensure the eight-way advantage.
But I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and everything was developing in the best direction.
"Follow the plan!"
With an order, nearly 3,000 people from the 770th Regiment and local troops immediately surrounded Yangquan, especially in the west gate direction, where there was a regular battalion and militiamen totaling more than 1,000 people.
Not only did they openly prepare to attack the city in front of the Yangquan defenders, they also dug trenches, ready to fight back the Japanese reinforcements from Shouyang direction at any time.
Not only here, but also on the other three sides, the same routine is used, but on a smaller scale.
The shovels flying in the hands of hundreds of people at the same time are not unspectacular, but I don't know what the Japanese thought when they saw it.
After all, these soldiers were digging not only tunnels and trenches, but also their lives, which were running out.
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"Captain! We are rich!"
"You brat, how many times have I told you to open your horizons and not be as ignorant as before!"
"If Director Zhu were here, he would definitely say that the equipment of the Japanese is just that."
Commander Zheng of the 769th Regiment looked at the guards beside him and shook his head helplessly.
After all, you are used to living a hard life, and you can't hold on to something good when you see it.
The brigade commander paid special attention to this interception, so much so that he spent a lot of money to allocate 1,000 ten-guns to their regiment. Such a good gun regiment basically only had one per man.
Although there are not many submachine guns, there are thirty mortars, 30 Czech type, countless grenades, and plenty of bullets like a dream.
It is no exaggeration to say that their 769th Regiment is now the best-equipped unit in China.
Now that you are so excited just because of some good Japanese equipment, how can you follow Zhu Han's footsteps in the future?
"Oh, okay, then it's no big deal, no need to report it."
The guard seemed to have learned a lesson and immediately acted indifferent.
"Hey! You brat, are you acting like this with me? If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. Don't make it seem like I have wronged you."
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that the Japanese reinforcements our regiment is in charge of have a machine gun squadron with nine pheasant necks."
"Damn it! You didn't tell me earlier! Hahaha! We're getting rich! We're getting rich! Wow, ka, ka, ka, ka..."
Others in the regiment:...
The poor Japanese machine gun squadron should have been the biggest headache for the Eighth Route Army.
Unexpectedly, in the eyes of Balu now, not only is he not a threat, but he is actually the fattest dish on the entire banquet.
As soon as it was served on the table, it was stared at by the drooling Eighth Route Army soldiers.
They are so short of heavy weapons.
Regardless of the fact that the Type 92 heavy machine gun is an unbeatable thing among its peers, it has a slow rate of fire, a large rear seat, low power, and is not very durable.
The only thing that can be said about it is its range and accuracy.
But again, I couldn't hold it up and change the track.
Comparing a light machine gun with a heavy machine gun is like pitting a featherweight boxer against a heavyweight.
It cannot be said that there is no chance of winning, but the inherent disadvantage cannot be ignored in any case.
On the Eighth Route Road, there are fewer heavy machine guns than mortars.
Facing a heavy machine gun with a range of up to one kilometer, if you don't have a mortar in hand, you can really only be suppressed in terms of firepower.
But this time it was different. The position they chose was Shi Nao Mountain to the west of Yangquan.
Condescending, surprise attack, well-equipped, sufficient ammunition, complete range of weapons.
Each of these advantages tightens the rope around the enemy's neck.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!"
"Go bang!"
Soon, the reinforcements that came out collided with the 769th Regiment responsible for blocking.
Before this, there had been no fighting in Yangquan, so that these Japanese reinforcements only knew that the Eighth Route Army's firepower was fierce, but they had no intuitive feeling at all.
Coupled with the urgency of this mission, if they were delayed outside for one more minute, not only the Fujimoto brigade, but also themselves, and even Yangquan County would be in a more dangerous situation.
So they didn't dare to waste a moment. As soon as they came up, they showed their fierce looks and pounced on them like a pack of hungry wolves.
And the Eighth Route Army is not ambiguous either.
Mortars and grenades came and went, and rifles and light machine guns almost never stopped.
The sounds of woodpeckers pecking at wood dotted the scene.
On this battlefield, bullets are as violent and violent as hail in a rainstorm.
Harvesting life like falling leaves.
"Mortar! Keep an eye on the heavy machine gun on the other side and say hello!"
"Company Commander, are you really willing to do this?"
"Nonsense! Our mortars can't destroy the Japanese heavy machine guns! Take them to the arsenal and make sure they can be repaired!"
"If we continue to let our soldiers die for a few broken guns like before, then in the eyes of Director Zhu, what is the difference between us and Ergouzi?! I will bear all the consequences!"
"yes!"
At this time, the artillerymen who had received the order could finally let their hands and feet go to work.
20 mortars, although they are only 60mm, are they still cannons?
Even if the accuracy is not good, the artillery experience is not very sufficient.
But we have so many shells that we can’t stand it.
After two rounds of shells went down, the heavy machine gun on the opposite side immediately went silent.
A charge is not a Spring Festival transport. Naturally, it is impossible for all the troops to rush forward at once.
This is especially true for machine gun squadrons.
This charge only brought two machine gun squads and six heavy machine guns.
They could never imagine that in the past, every artillery shell of the Eighth Route Army had to be counted on the fingers.
This time, 40 artillery shells were actually thrown over, just to deal with their three machine guns.
The suppressive firepower that the Japs most relied on disappeared, and the soldiers on the eighth line of defense immediately felt a lot more relaxed.
As we all know, a smile never disappears, it just moves from one person's face to another.
The Eighth Route Army laughed, and naturally it was the Japanese's turn to cry.
The two Japanese teams that finally rushed up immediately felt that the firepower on the opposite side had increased by half.
Bullets from rifles, machine guns, submachine guns and pistols came like a hail of bullets.
The explosions of grenades were endless and never stopped.
In this instant, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers were immediately reimbursed for most of their money.
But that's not the most deadly.
The Eighth Route Army's charge horn sounding from behind the Japanese was their death talisman!
"Haha, the third battalion has completed the encirclement! Everyone is here! Fix bayonets! Charge!"
"Come on!"
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In less than four hours, more than 500 Japanese reinforcements were wiped out.
Whether it was those in charge of the charge or those waiting for orders at the back, after being devastated by the unexpected and ferocious firepower, they almost won the victory with just one charge.
In such a head-to-head battle, the Eighth Route Army could even suffer casualties of 2:1, which shows that the Eighth Route Army completely crushed them in strategy, tactics and equipment.
